New York (Original Version)

[Intro: Dre]

Uhhhh

Haah, haah, haah

This is, this is, this is, this is, this is

Uhhh

This is, this is

Hundred guns

Uh

[Chorus: Ja Rule]

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga I'm from New York, New York

I got a semi-automatic that spits

Next time if you talk, you talk

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga I'm from New York, New York

I got a semi-automatic that spits

Next time if you talk, you talk

And I know

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]

Y'all niggas is pussy, punani, vagina

Your monologue's gettin' tired, now it's time to ride

Apprentice, you fired, you're no longer desired

So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire

I'm on fire

Highly dipped in octane

Let East Coast bang, let West Coast bang

And Rule gon' bring the ghetto gospel (Oohhhhhh!)

To every hood possiblе, pushin' through in the sky blue

Back with the God-U-now, prеferably the four pound

Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound

Tryna catch the ears of niggas that's runnin' they mouths

I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house

I don't really understand what the runnin's about

But we hunters, we take pride in airing our prey out

Leavin' 'em laid out dead and just a sport

'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga I'm from New York, New York

And you can tell the way the homie spit (Woo!)

That nigga I'm from New York, New York (BX, BX)

I got a hundred ways to make a grip (Uh, uh)

Yes, (yes) I'm from New York, New York

And you can tell I get real ignorant (Blat, blat, blat, blat!)

'Cause nigga I'm from New York, New York

And this is how we do

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

Nigga I could see the coke in your nose

This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe

And I was just about to find God

But now that Ma$e is back, (ha ha) I think I'd much rather find a ménage

And 'eybody talkin' crazy how they AK spit

But we done did some 'vestigating and they ain't spray shit

Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook

Like, "Naw nigga, Joe gon' let 'em loose on me"

True story, I'm bringin' the T back

Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back (lean back)

My nigga Dre said, "grind, Cook", now we killin' them hard

Niggas sayin' I must've found Pun's rhyme book

Got bitches on top of the Phantom

And the pinky got bling like the ring around Saturn

Cook, Coke, Crack, niggas fiend for that

And you already know the X is where the team be at, uhh

[Chorus: Ja Rule]

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga I'm from New York, New York

Where even bitches ain't havin' that shit right here in New York, New York

Where you from? nigga rep yo set

Let the guns pop off, pop off

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga I'm from New York, New York

And you know

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]

New York's my fuckin' stompin' ground

Not from Atlanta but I'll A-Town stomp ya down

'Cause yo style is my style, don't make me get hostile or pistal and thunder clap that ass like dance [?]

Clap, ssss, clap

Baby 'cause I'm from New York

That don't mean I don't love L.A. (I love L.A.)

Or the M.I.A. 'cause every hoods the same

From Houston to Fort Green, from the Chi to Hollis Queens, things

Subject to change 'cause I'm livin' by any means (come on) necessary

One might even ask (you know) is it necessary

To bust guns (oh) but my behavior's hereditary (oh)

My two sons (oh) they emulate this behavior already (go)

Livin' in a big city

You know big guns, big cars, big willies (Ja, baby)

I don' rolled weed and two Phillies [?] [?]

And we don't we keep our cash and banks's in night boxes, ha ha

[Chorus: Ja Rule & Fat Joe]

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga I'm from New York

New York

And you could tell the way the homie spit

That nigga I'm from New York

New York

I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

Nigga I'm from New York

New York

And you can tell I get real ignorant

'Cause nigga I'm from New York

New York

And this is how we do